#1rapper
08-01-07, 02:42 AM
Im ill...and ill leave it at that, cuz just by peeping my track
You already feel deeper in fact, And for those of you who sleep on my raps
Wake the fucc up! before i sneak you on crack and have you breathing in gasps
Got people on either sides while im stuck in the gap
Random gangsta line...busting the gat,
Im just ****king with kats...playing conductor to a whole bunch of suckers
Until yall ketch up ill spit mustard, you dyck busters have ya lips puckerd
My shyts buffered by snitch bluffers who wanna spit tougher
Ill hit rougher and gas ya suckers like twin mufflers
The outlook is shytyy and the inlook is pretty
The clip from the semi will do plenty to end all the dread from enemies
My incredible force can shread up ya fort and end up with a lead bust
And you dead on the floor...whos ready for more..you?...ya sure?
Alright suck my dyck so you can taste the souce of this great report
i got more whips then a racing horse(yeahh i wishhh, had to keep the flow going)
Ill kill ya twin brother to replace ya corpse, grenade a porsche
I spend my little check on skittles and sex..and pay the bill to stay chill
So i can spit on the net, belittled and hexed and always riddled in the middle
As i sit on the steps, before i finish a breathe i always shyt on a rep
I have nine chromes to make ya bones crush like pine cones
Allign zones as i rhyme in fine tones that define my timed flow
Watch the bomb blow..even on an off night i never had a lost fight
I boss mics and spit cold until im covered in frost bite..the crossed type
Have you locked in my cross sights... i like.. to deprave the brave
Dosn't matter the age ill shatter your cage with an axe or a blade
Your blood will splatter the stage when i act in a rage
I got staying power that will spray and devour and playing non-spraying
Feminine coward..that rhyme may be played for the hour..but fucc it
By now more then half have stopped reading this, so be a bytch
And decree this shyt a seeming fit of gleaming hits, Im screaming spits
Equipped with wits to rip ya team to bits, the seams have split
To quick slits that are dreamed by brits, wtf?? iono crazy babble
I maybe battle but i definetly war fakes..face fucc whore apes
Until they have a sore face, a sure ace, with more hate
Then four jakes involved in a court case against a reformed snake
Im more laced with sickness then an AIDS victim that was raped by a gay hitman
I stay ripping like wet farts and stay gripping like tech sparks
A vet heart but i've yet to save a dawg..or cut off balls
Im a stud with a snub snuck in ya shrubs waiting to pump up ya mug
Crunch slugs and when im done the'll be a dumpdruck of blood
Dumb sluts were once...the object of lust mixed with my cravings to bust
Now im saving my nut for one big fucc so i can spit white stuff
In one big puff..alright thats enhough..im done..it was fun..peace out sohh
You already feel deeper in fact, And for those of you who sleep on my raps
Wake the fucc up! before i sneak you on crack and have you breathing in gasps
Got people on either sides while im stuck in the gap
Random gangsta line...busting the gat,
Im just ****king with kats...playing conductor to a whole bunch of suckers
Until yall ketch up ill spit mustard, you dyck busters have ya lips puckerd
My shyts buffered by snitch bluffers who wanna spit tougher
Ill hit rougher and gas ya suckers like twin mufflers
The outlook is shytyy and the inlook is pretty
The clip from the semi will do plenty to end all the dread from enemies
My incredible force can shread up ya fort and end up with a lead bust
And you dead on the floor...whos ready for more..you?...ya sure?
Alright suck my dyck so you can taste the souce of this great report
i got more whips then a racing horse(yeahh i wishhh, had to keep the flow going)
Ill kill ya twin brother to replace ya corpse, grenade a porsche
I spend my little check on skittles and sex..and pay the bill to stay chill
So i can spit on the net, belittled and hexed and always riddled in the middle
As i sit on the steps, before i finish a breathe i always shyt on a rep
I have nine chromes to make ya bones crush like pine cones
Allign zones as i rhyme in fine tones that define my timed flow
Watch the bomb blow..even on an off night i never had a lost fight
I boss mics and spit cold until im covered in frost bite..the crossed type
Have you locked in my cross sights... i like.. to deprave the brave
Dosn't matter the age ill shatter your cage with an axe or a blade
Your blood will splatter the stage when i act in a rage
I got staying power that will spray and devour and playing non-spraying
Feminine coward..that rhyme may be played for the hour..but fucc it
By now more then half have stopped reading this, so be a bytch
And decree this shyt a seeming fit of gleaming hits, Im screaming spits
Equipped with wits to rip ya team to bits, the seams have split
To quick slits that are dreamed by brits, wtf?? iono crazy babble
I maybe battle but i definetly war fakes..face fucc whore apes
Until they have a sore face, a sure ace, with more hate
Then four jakes involved in a court case against a reformed snake
Im more laced with sickness then an AIDS victim that was raped by a gay hitman
I stay ripping like wet farts and stay gripping like tech sparks
A vet heart but i've yet to save a dawg..or cut off balls
Im a stud with a snub snuck in ya shrubs waiting to pump up ya mug
Crunch slugs and when im done the'll be a dumpdruck of blood
Dumb sluts were once...the object of lust mixed with my cravings to bust
Now im saving my nut for one big fucc so i can spit white stuff
In one big puff..alright thats enhough..im done..it was fun..peace out sohh